The large-displacement SUV immediately started, and Ye Tian left the underground parking lot with a devilish smile on his lips.
The hungry wolf drove fiercely, constantly changing lanes and overtaking; several times it nearly crashed, but each time was a close shave—it always turned out fine. He had absolute confidence in his driving skills.
He turned his head to look at Ye Tian, who sat beside him in the passenger seat. The latter was completely relaxed with not a trace of horror on his face, which made the hungry wolf respect him even more. Anyone else in his car would probably start screaming in terror by now, or even wet their pants, for that matter.
"The master's courage is indeed extraordinary!" thought the hungry wolf, full of admiration.
Meanwhile, in a high-end restaurant in Jiangcheng City.
The red wine in the glass had reached its end, the candle on the table had burnt down considerably, and Wang Bingbing's face was aglow with a tipsy flush, looking very charming.